Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing UT to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.